Page 47 of Sin With Me
Don’t forget volunteer registration is at 6 tonight. Don’t be late!
Wilder
I know and won’t be.
Mom
Good. Drive safe.
Wilder
Thanks, Ma. I will.
My first full day working the stud farm wasn’t as bad as I expected. Our stud, Rocky, only tried to kick me once and luckily he missed or I’d be down a testicle.
Breeding season is over and the mares went back to their owners. The only thing for me to do besides take care of Rocky’s needs is focus on online sales by collecting, evaluating, and processing his semen for shipment.
It’s boring and weird as fuck—and definitely not my first choice of ranch duties—but hell, I’ve done worse.
The only thing that got me through the day was knowing I’d get to see Delilah, even if for a few minutes. She works till five, so I’ll be cutting it close, but I’m hoping to catch her before she leaves the store.
Although she’s not ready to discuss what happened between us this past weekend, I hope she will eventually. Until then, I’ll play her little game of not talking about it.
Since it’s a forty-five-minute drive to the shelter, I leave an hour early. By the time I get to the store, it’s a few minutes past five, but her truck is still in the parking lot.
“Hi, welcome to Lacey’s,” one of the workers greets with a smile. “Lookin’ for yourself or the misses?”
“Uh…” I scrub a hand over my jawline. “Is Delilah around?”
“That depends.” She crosses her arms. “Are you a reporter?”
“No.” I lift my Stetson so she can get a better view of my face. “I’m Wilder Hollis. A friend of hers.”
“Ohh, right.” She snaps her fingers. “The cop puncher.”
I wince, waiting to see how she reacts.
“You just missed her,” she continues. “She left with some guy.”
My heart slams into my chest. “Who?”
She shrugs, messing around with random items behind the counter. “No idea. I came in for my shift and then they left.”
“You don’t know where they went?”
“She didn’t say, but they took a right out the door, if that helps.”
“Okay, thanks.” I rush outside and debate if I should call her or not, but when I get down the block, I see her through the large café window.
She’s sitting at a table with a man across from her. They each have a cup in front of them, smiling and laughing.
I growl, hating how jealous I am. As much as I want to barge in there and rip off the guy’s head, I can’t risk causing another scene that’ll get me thrown in jail.
Getting closer, I continue watching him, vaguely recognizing him and trying to place from where.
And then it hits me.
You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.
